He played his tongue back and forth in his daughter’s glove-tight asshole, and as he did, Bob Preston thought he’d surely come. The sensation was so exotic and voluptuous that he could barely contain the urgent feeling in his cock. My little girl, he thought, and his tongue lunged down her little butt hole and she squealed. How can I do this to my own daughter? How can I? But the answer was simple. It was easy. He was so hot he’d have sucked a cow, and it was his sweet, nubile daughter’s fault. As his tongue lanced into her butt well and she squealed and writhed around it, Bob Preston thought of his cock pumping in and out of his daughter’s tight snatch, and he almost squealed.
Annie was surging to new heights of pleasure as her daddy’s tongue snaked its way up her rear hole. Surprisingly, it had started feeling better and better as her daddy pumped his squeezable tongue in and out of her exciting feeling butt.
The sensation of his tongue lancing back and forth, sliding in and out, thrilling the clenching rim of her asshole had started her whole body vibrating. Her nerves twanged and she felt an empty sensation in her stomach that her, daddy’s tongue, pushing up from her butt, threatened to fill.
“Oh, oh, oh, Daddy!” Annie screamed. Her asshole clenched around her father’s tongue and it felt like he was filling her up inside. Her little twat felt so empty and neglected that she couldn’t stand it. Annie was being torn between ecstasy and need. She needed something, even Hal’s great big finger, pumping up and down in her pink little snatch to counteract the throb in her tight, pulsating ass.
She shivered and twisted, her hot butt fucking itself on his wiggly tongue. Her soft body pounded against her daddy’s penis.
Bob Preston raised his face from her rear. He couldn’t stand anymore. He was so hot he was going to explode.
Pulling her onto his lap with one hand, Annie’s father fumbled his pants open with his other hand.
Annie was startled as she felt something rise up against her soft buttocks. And then her daddy pulled her back against him and the long, cushiony tube sprang up between her legs. Annie gasped.
Preston held his daughter on his lap. He was breathing hoarsely. His cock stuck up obscenely naked between his daughter’s naked thighs. The head was purple and angry looking. Thin blue veins criss-crossed the surface of the skin and a fold of bright pink skin huddled around the neck of his cock like a fold of knitted scarf.
“Ouuuhhh, Daddy!” Annie wriggled and squirmed. The warm shaft of his peter pressed against her tender vaginal lips and really turned the little girl on.
Somehow she knew that his big thing was made to go into her little slot, It’s too big, Daddy! she thought. It’s way too big! Not that she said anything. She just thought it.
But Bob Preston knew he couldn’t do anything so gross as rape his little girl.
He had to have relief. It was like his cock was tearing out at the roots. It was so hot and sweaty he couldn’t stand it.
When his pecker popped out into the cool air a chill. of pleasure ran down the length of his glistening, sweaty meat and up his body into his brain. But the coolness was only a momentary respite. Annie clamped her hot little thighs around his flesh stick and he almost came. He felt her crack open slightly and hug his penis. Her naked thighs squeezed it.
“Put your hand on it, darling,” Preston told his daughter.
Obeying, as she always did, Annie reached our with her hand and grabbed the swollen knob on the end of her daddy’s stick. It felt so good and warm and interesting that once she had her hand on it she didn’t want to let go.
Her daddy seemed to want her to hold on, too.
“That’s the way, Annie,” he said hoarsely. “Now move your hand up and down on it. That’s the way, baby. Faster. Faster. Oh, that’s really good!”
Annie was mesmerized by the action of her slender white hand on her daddy’s thick stick. She squeezed and it flowed around her lingers. It really felt good and she moved her hand and gently stroked the pink head and stared curiously at the eye in the very center. The eye was pulsating and twitching and Annie could feel a deep throb in her daddy’s stick. Something, she was sure, was going to happen.
Bob Preston was sure, too. He was hypnotized by the motion of his aching prick between the girl’s lovely thighs. He had his hands wrapped around her buttocks and was lifting her up and down. His cock slid up and down between her clenching thighs and he was thrilled by the delicate friction of his meat against her dewy flesh.
He nuzzled her ear and she turned her head and he kissed her on the mouth. His daughter was so surprised that she opened her mouth and his tongue slipped inside and she was instantly sucking on his tongue.
At the same time, she pulled his cock against her dripping wet cunny, agog with the strange excitement that seemed to grasp her.
His bulgy cock head shoved against her little sex button. It was like an electric switch had been thrown. Annie struggled to cram the bulging head into her trembling hole. It was too big, but she wanted it there. The fiery touch of his cock flesh on her little button had electrified the girl. She squirmed and moaned, “Golly, golly, Daddy!”
Annie couldn’t describe the excitement that gripped her. Staring down between her own legs and seeing that fierce pole of her daddy’s sticking up between her own them was shocking. But not half as shocking as the touch of his moist flesh against her inner thighs and particularly against her zingy crack.
It was a whole lot better than when Hal’s finger had rubbed her there. His cock seemed all bristly, though it wasn’t. All Annie was sure of was that when it touched her she tingled in the funniest places. Her little twat seeped liquid and the little girl was afraid that she was peeing against her wishes.
“Pump it. Up and down,” Bob Preston groaned.
He quivered as he watched his daughter slide her hand over his hard knob and experienced a sensation like velvet brushing across silk. His cock got harder under the little girl’s smooth, white hands.
“Up and down, honey. Up and down,” Preston croaked.
He sighed as his daughter began sliding her fingers up and down the horny length of his stick. She did it like she had had lots of practice, like she knew what it was all about.
Preston writhed and felt her buttocks sliding across his lap in mute sympathy with the excruciating pleasure his cock was experiencing.
Annie’s fingers slipped up to the fiery tip and stroked the fat, mushroom shaped head. Then they slid down, squeezing and massaging his heavy joint and rubbing it delightfully until they were on his balls.
“Harder, baby. Harder!”
“Yes, Daddy!” Annie was breathing hard. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t hard doing what her daddy wanted-massaging the heavy cock between her baby fat thighs. But it sure felt good. As she played with his stick, she pulled it against her little crack and button and it made her insane with joy. She wanted to go ahead and stick it up her crack, but that wouldn’t be right. She knew that without being told… and, besides, it was way too big to fit up inside her. She thought. But… and in the last couple of hours… she was finding out that she didn’t know what she was really, truly capable of putting in there. A secret thrill coursed through her just as a result of thinking about it.
“Oh, God, Annie!” Bob Preston writhed and heaved his hips. He couldn’t stand any more. His groin was pounding apart and when his daughter gripped his balls with her hot hands he thought he would come instantly.
Annie pulled on his big suck stick and he thought about it being so close to her hot mouth. And that was all Bob Preston could stand. His hips heaved and his arms tightened around his daughter and his cock pumped furiously and a white hot geyser of molten liquid spewed up into the air and spattered his daughter’s perky, innocent face and lips.
And Bob Preston felt so good-and so ashamed-he wanted to die.